K. Taylor Quotes
As for Ellai, she told her sister what had passed, and Nitid wept, and her tears fell to earth and became chimaera, children of regret.
All right," sighed Madrigal. "To the baths, then. To make ourselves shiningly clean." Like vegetable, she thought, before they go in the stew.
...they cupped their wings around their happiness and called it a world, though they both knew it was not a world, only a hiding place, which is a very different thing.
He actually listened, rather than pretending to listen while waiting a suitable interval before it was his time to talk again.
In all that was to happen, there would be that feeling of inevitability and rightness, and the sense that the universe was conspiring in it. It would be easy.
I want.." she said, knowing what she wanted, feeling pulled toward it, arching toward it, but hardly knowing how to say it.
Just then, lit only by the flicker of his wings,the sight of him was so..right somehow. He was right. It made no sense at all, but the feeling flooded through Karou
The sooner you learn to finish things, and as a matter of course finish your creative endeavors, the better. It took me a long time to learn that.
When you are young, hone your craft and write shorter pieces instead of novels, because it's really hard to finish a novel.
Dialogue is the place that books are most alive and forge the most direct connection with readers. It is also where we as writers discover our characters and allow them to become real.
Beauty,’ Brimstone had scoffed once. ‘Humans are fools for it. As helpless as moths who hurl themselves at fire.
Like attracts like, beauty finds beauty, and freaks look on from the smoking section, aching.
It was funny, she thought, but her smile turned wistful because she had nobody to tell.
Once upon a time, a girl lived in a sandcastle, making monsters to send through a hole in the sky.
Jael returned the lazy smile. "You're not my type." "Well, you're not anybody's type," said Hazael. "No, wait. I take it back. My sword says she'd like to know you better.
Anyway, since when are you shy? Just talk to him already!' ' 'And say what? Nice fiddling, handsome man?' 'Absolutely.
How could you tell if your instincts were just hope in disguise, and if your hope was really desperation parading as possibility?
We are the beginning ... We always have been. This time, let it be more than a beginning.
Is it good or bad?" she asked Issa. The wrong question, she knew. She just couldn't help herself. "It's both, sweet girl," said Issa. "like everything.
A pause came between them, and it was so full of Akiva that Karou imagined she could smell him.
Thank you, but we respectfully decline your overture, being more enjoyably occupied at present.
If he does he's a fool," said Hazael. "The message is clear. Please enjoy this lovely fruit while contemplating all the ways we might kill you in your sleep.
You almost hold up your piece of paper and say, ‘The girl I like just gave me a treasure map to herself.’ But you don’t. You just don’t.
What are we fighting for? What are we killing for? What do you see when you look into the future?
I miss sunrise even more. The green scent of dawn in the forest? The color blushing back into the world, different every day.
Once upon a time, a little girl was raised by monsters. But angels burned the doorways to their world, and she was all alone.
Then there were things-- epic, terrible things-- that he didn't tell her but skirted around, like caressing the edges of a wound, hesitant, testing for pain.
A bruxis. That was the one wish more powerful than a gavriel, and its trade value was singular: The only way to purchase one was with one’s own teeth. All of them, self-extracted.
With the infinite patience of one who has learned to live broken, he awaited her return.
We only get to be one person; we don't even get to choose that person. By the time we get ahold of ourselves, we are pieces already in play.
"Love is a luxury." "No. Love is an element." An element. Like air to breathe, earth to stand on.